As Our Language Wanes And Dies, The

The Gaelic League Is Founded Not Upon Hatred Of England, But Upon Love Of Ireland. Hatred Is A Negative Passion; It Is Powerful - A Very Powerful Destroyer; But It Is Useless For Building Up. Love, On The Other Hand, Is Like Faith; It Can Move Mountains, And Faith, We Have Mountains To Move.

Youth Is A Period Of Idealism. The Communists Attract Young People By Appealing Directly To That Idealism. Too Often, Others Have Failed Either To Appeal To It Or To Use It And They Are The Losers As A Consequence. We Have No Cause To Complain If, Having Neglected The Idealism Of Youth, We See Others Come Along, Take It, And Harness It To Their Cause - And Against Our Own.

As Our Language Wanes And Dies, The Golden Legends Of The Far-off Centuries Fade And Pass Away. No One Sees Their Influence Upon Culture; No One Sees Their Educational Power.

By Anglicising Ourselves We Have Thrown Away With A Light Heart The Best Claim We Have Upon The World's Recognition Of Us As A Seperate Nationality...the Notes Of Nationality, Our Language And Customs.

It Is A Most Disgraceful Shame The Way In Which Irishmen Are Brought Up. They Are Ashamed Of Their Language, Institutions, And Of Everything Irish.